An empty river bed
Watch your step.
This is a treacherous place.
They say there was a river here once.
They say it all started
with the idea
that she could be free.
That she could change her own course.
This is where she tried to run uphill.
She didn’t get very far.
So she hid inside her own pain
and slithered underground.
They say she started building a city there.
With open domes
and draughty corridors.
Her home is constantly eroded.
That's what happens when you build your place
out of mud and anger.
GloPoWriMo Day 23 - (an attempt at) a poem in the style of Kay Ryan
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